a poem in my pocket

mysterious journey

from mechanics

to meaning

is a gradual

unfolding

like the

budding of

a flower.

home-grown

humus of a

family garden

of verses:

stories told,

poems recited,

books read,

rhymes mesmerized

then memorized.

a greening love

for the glossy

color of words;

their calligraphic

coded stems;

musical cadence

leafy sounds

and fragrantly

nuanced meanings.

cloudy thoughts

rain clearer as

they flow

inky and wet

through pen

to paper;

dew distills

on blog post

petals.

discovery of

wordsmith

communities

is a fresh

gathering

of bouquets

or loading

rich fertilizer

into a red

wheelbarrow

to carry home.